Chautauqua

Posted on by Eve DeBardeleben Roebuck

I hadn’t really wanted to get up when the alarm went off, but I did because she’d asked me to come.  This was the daughter who’d recently begun to like me again, and I wasn’t going to miss it.

Josie Love was in art school for the summer and had invited me for her mid-summer show at Chautauqua.  Our friends had a 100-year-old summer home just off the lake there and offered it to me during my visit. I had no idea what a getaway it would turn out to be, except that I  had the entire place to myself.

Once I saw the sleeping porch on top of the house, I knew this was my choice for where I’d spend my time.  The view could be seen from wall-to-wall windows on all sides, a perfect 360 bird’s eye of tree branches and housetops, blooming gardens, and the lake that stretched north and east as far as I could see.  The thought of getting to read and write among the treetops within sight of the lake made me giddy, and I smiled.

While the house itself sat less than 20 feet from the road with passers-by coming and going all day long on foot or by bike, the screened porch’s unexpected placement on top of the house, hidden from view of the street, yielded a sense of privacy and sanctuary I’d not known I needed until I was in it.

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Deep peace and joy settled, like someone opened me up and poured in something rich, like melted chocolate or raspberry jam.  And like the dehydrated person who doesn’t know how thirsty she is until she starts drinking, I realized in the peaceful presence of that upstairs space, how deep my longings were for what it offered me—safety and solitude.  Rest.

My personal life was stressful, and I wondered if that was the reason-beneath-the-reason for my visit with my daughter:  I needed a break.  I sure didn’t hesitate to book my flight when she invited me.  Whatever the reason, I certainly felt compelled to be there.

When I met up with Josie Love, we biked around Chautauqua and toured the art school where I met her friends, but then it was time for her to return to work and for me to settle in at the house. Like my own magical wardrobe to another land, the porch promised me something I couldn’t name but knew I wanted, and I headed up to find out what had drawn me to settle myself and my suitcase there at first sight.

The glass windows were flung open with gusts of wind coming through the screens, fresh off the water.  I read and journaled until my eyelids were heavy, and read and journaled ’til my pen hit the floor.  The pull-chain, bare bulb ceiling light at the stair landing, beckoning bugs and other winged beings, flickered and went black, like someone had taken a deep breath and blown.  

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That night, the porch opened a door into the treetops as the soft voices of anonymous neighbors drifted in, some of them, local owls.  The vaulted, wood-beamed ceiling beckoned above, its exposed green timbers extending so far overhead, they joined branches, supported sky—moon—milky way.  I rocked in a giant porch swing as the wind blew colder and wilder.  

I expected to see Max in my own dreamy version of Where the Wild Things Are as I slept, and maybe I did?  I don’t remember seeing wild things, but I do remember that like Max, I was unafraid in this new place that carried me.  

The next morning, Instacart brought groceries, and Josie and I made plans for the rest of the weekend.  We played cards and hung out, but mainly she worked on art, and I read and journaled in the treehouse, both of us as happy as two-introverted-peas-in-separate-pods can be.

I fed her friends supper after the art show and was relieved when they headed out afterwards for drinks.  It was nearly sunset, that golden-glow-time between day and night, and I couldn’t wait to experience it among those leafy boughs.  

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Josie Love is second from left

I climbed up as the sun went down, but in its final blaze of light, the green all around me lit up as if plugged in a light socket. There was the dusty green of the treehouse itself and the bright, vibrant hues outside that waved in every window. It was a dazzling show since rain had started falling—a golden, green-wash of sparkling light all around, so blinding, I had to squint and reach for my sunglasses.

I breathed deeply. There it was again, a kind of liquid love, filling me so full, it rose to my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. My heart was tight, so tight I thought it would burst, and I thought, or heard, or thought I heard, “I am restoring your soul,” and the words of Psalm 23 came to mind,

“He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside quiet waters.”

Indeed, the colors around me as I ate and read and wrote and slept were green, green, and more green, and there was the quiet of this old house and the tranquil water at the bottom of the hill. I’d felt at peace and joyful ever since arriving. Had he been restoring my soul ever since?

After Moses and the Israelites get the tabernacle built, the cloud of God’s presence descends, and his glory fills it so full, Moses can’t get in. God’s all about connecting with his people and living with them “in all their travels,” Ex 40:17-38, MSG. It’s why Jesus came.

And ever since Jesus, he doesn’t just live among us, he lives within us by his Spirit. He longs for us to know him intimately, like a sheep knows it’s Shepherd, like a daughter knows her mother, like a Beloved knows her Lover.

Where the Wild Things Are is a children’s story by Maurice Sendak.

Published by Eve DeBardeleben Roebuck

Wife, mother, grandmother, gardener, and writer, I am most thankful to be a child of God.

41 thoughts on “Chautauqua”

  4. How did I just find these? So beautiful, Eve. Your writing is a reflection of the beauty that God has and continues to craft in that gorgeous heart of yours, and that is reflected in your stunning outward beauty as well. Well done, sweet friend. Keep going. So grateful for you.

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  7. Oh Eve, this was wonderful!! So thankful that MBV gave us the great steer to your blog. God has truly gifted you with beauty, a way with words, and a warm that invites others in to your heart. Love to you!

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  9. Oh how I miss you, Eve! The Lord has given you a gift with words that make me feel like I’m right there with you having this conversation. Thank you for your raw honesty and beautiful descriptions that are like healing oils for the heart.
    I love you,
    Carol

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  10. Oh sweet Friend! This is wonderful and resonated with me on so many levels. Almost 40 years ago I went to Chautauqua with “college boyfriend”. We were visiting his family not far away in Jamestown. As an Art major he knew I would love to see it. It was truly another world then and must be still!… my Bible Study has just started Dallas Willards book, Life Without Lack, on the 23rd Psalm!!! It sounds like you’re overwhelmed and needed this respite! Bravo girl!!! We Adult Daughters, Moms ,Wives and Grandmothers need to take better care of ourselves….( do you hear that Neal!? ) I can’t wait til your next entry. I love you.

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  14. I love you!! GOD Loves You!! We all Love you!! Thank you for “filling my cup” this morning. I hope you know how amazing you are to me. AaaaaaMaaaaaaazzzzzing!!!!!

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  15. Eve, this has brought tears. I’m visiting in Chattanooga today, a daughter much like your Josie, and troubled relationship too. You say, “I was also tempted to crumple under the weight of regrets.” Yes, I feel that. Do you remember – once I and my daughter came and stayed in your beautiful upstairs room? You were welcoming to me too, and I felt about your home much as you felt about this one 🙂 A place of peace and beauty.Thank you for sharing this hope with me — I’m still deep in the hard trenches with my kids, and your words are a balm — Mary Kathryn

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    1. I remember, Mary Kathryn. Someone shared with me recently that hope comes from “perservance and the encouragement of the Scriptures.” Don’t give up! Every time I’ve prayed that God would change someone else, he changes me instead. What’s with that? I’m gonna stop praying that stinky prayer. : )

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  16. Oh, Eve, I am so glad MBV shared your blog! I so loved seeing you share your gift of writing–what a true blessing. I look forward to reading more. This touched me deeply as I know what it means to have that relationship struggle with a child. Love you!

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  20. Eve, thank you for your encouraging words. I was so blessed by your gracious honest vulnerability. Thankful you took time to use God given words, to bring the Lord glory and bless me!

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